The Night That Things Went Too Far

During my first year of work a guy I worked with told me his neighbor had loaned him their beach house. Did I want to spend the weekend? He went on to say that there were three bedrooms. I accepted, not really thinking things would get out of hand.

Once there we went to the area market, got some snacks and some coffee and food for breakfast before eating at a local fish house. Curiously neither one of drank. After dinner we went back to the house and had a talk out on the deck. It was warm and he suggested we take a dip in the ocean. Not having a swimsuit I declined.

He then suggested we go in in the buff. We walked down to the waters edge, turned our backs to each other and ran into the waves. It was both a little embarrassing, I stayed in below my shoulders, but liberating at the same time. All was well until something swam against my leg, I screamed, jumped up and ran out onto the beach. He followed and we stood naked in the moonlight.

And that's how things got complicated.